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Heron Clan Reading Oct 25 2020
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The Daddy The Dentist
The Daddy, the dentist, said,
“I’ll just take a look,"
The dangling tooth
in his hand.
A screech and a run
To mommy she cried, “He’s done it.
“He’s done it, he's done it,
“Again.”
And the time as a child
Of three, dangling, as she did, from the
May pole swing,
Daddy stitched her up
When her small hands failed
“Like a doll. Like a doll,
He stitched me up like a doll.”
Not speaking to him for a week.
(hummph)
The earache at eight
Daddy soothed with warm air
Channeled from his breath.
And the tugboat horn he would
Sound
to keep her from crying,
All night he would repeat,
Till she fell fast asleep.
(hooo, hooo)
And the worse of it all
When red candy she sought,
She found instead, The Vitamin Bottle,
sugar coated and tasty,
The tattle tell brother, the
Trip to the hospital,
They ask you a question, then
shove water through your nose.
(gulp)
"Don’t you know these are poisionous?"
"Don’t you know you could die?"
"No, I’m only seven, tell me what is die?"
The cracked head
On the nightstand,
A round of murder in the dark
And the fountain of blood
When the light switch is found.
The daughter of the dentist
Scars, bumps, bruises and lumps
Born on a Tuesday
Grace seemed to forget.
But Daddy was there
To stitch and to kiss
Except for one furrow
Right there, between the brow.
Thank God for Daddies.
Competition for a Heart
Competition for a heart, she made
her way down the hall. Checking
doors and windows to be sure no one
gets inside. Stuffing her hands deep
in her pockets, avoiding touch and
caresses. Marking heel scuffs on the
floors. Picking lint from her fingers
she lifts her hands to pray.
Competition for love keeps
the sunlight out. Drapes of heavy damask
mask the need inside. Drawn and
pulled with her praying hands, she
cries into the fabric.
Competition for her heart has long
passed. She breaks the brocade and
peeks outside. Happy couples
coupled by their limbs. Intertwined in
soft possession. Gone for her now.
Gone.
Penetrating Permissiveness
Penetrating permissiveness purposefully penile,
Seemingly semen persuades even you.
Dark dancing dandelion outlined in shadows
Mark master walls in pendulum motion,
the spawn spone
of sex,
the rubbing of skin
that
kinetic fire
the
magnetic repulsion
of the
qi
Panders to the pervasive and perverted night
Lay in the labia-littered linens.
The quivering quantitative quantum
of glorious glistening sweat,
Pools the purposeful permissive phallic.
Seemingly semen persuades even me.
